A body always wants what they can't have, don't they? I can't remember the last time I was locked up. I've played with the Aneros a time or two and slept in it. Or slept with it in me. I've played with myself, getting off on Sasha's short program. I have indulged myself and used my body as an amusement park. What can I say? I'm exceedingly weak.
The rape business still bothers me. Yes, I pretty much stopped and respected Arwyn's boundaries for the most part. It's pretty obvious that using her body as an amusement park is just not in the cards any time soon or maybe any time ever. Reading Beaver's account of how sex became a chore was enlightening to me. It does not matter if her interpretations of her then-husband's actions are rational or true or not. I see many errors of thinking but it doesn't matter. Fact is, I'm just not happy extracting sex from my wife via coercion. Nagging her, guilting her, trying to bribe her or just wearing her down… she don't want to do me. Not even to NOT do me i.e. holding the keys to the cage. She doesn't want that either, and said so after she got a set in one of her Christmas card clues. I really can not think of any sexual thing I can do with her that is consensual. I guess the occasional hand job. But, again, this is chore duty.
Three days to cage day. I just have to make sure I'm not going to be stuck at a security check point. Then something must be done about the keys. I am jonesing for a keyholder about as bad as for the cage. I'm sure a lot of that is related to the lack of marital intimacy around here. But it's more difficult to get into subspace without that human element pulling a few strings and moving things along.
I toyed a while back with letting a young coworker, Lioness, in on the deal and somehow letting her hold the keys. But I'm not keen on mucking up one of my best employees. I think I'm keeping my eyes open.
Okay, so not everyone understands the attraction of subspace. Or Domspace. Maybe in a week I'll have better answers as I'll be on my way into it.